Thursday, 4 August 2011

Lines & Lines & Lines.

Thursday August 4th.Yesterday.That's when I got it.On the toilet of all places!Death.There's been just too much of it in my recent life.Death scared me.Not just my own, but the deaths of loved ones, people I care for.The deaths of people I have never met.I've struggled with it, who hasn't?And then, an acceptance.An epiphany, on the toilet.Ironic?Now, I feel like a chronic arachnophobic who suddenly feels quite at ease watching the TV while gently stroking a mammoth Tarantula.Is it age? Probably.Or experience? Maybe..Wisdom? A combination of life & experience.Whatever caused it, I am a more peaceful man today.A man full of life.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

I've seen enough death to know that I will no be attending my own send-off when the time comes, that's for sure. All that wailing and greeting and carrying on is no for my delicate ears.

Sorry to hear about the break in at your house on Tuesday by the way. Siobhan tells me that thieves broke in to your music awards room and stole the entire contents. No doubt the polis will be looking for a suspicious van containing nothing but a large green carpet.

I'm getting realistic in my old age. For myself and my loved ones, all I hope for in death is that none of us are alone, or in pain when the moment comes.Then it's a sleep. And we all do sleep already.

well, that's quite an epiphany musicman - and how beautifully gibran says it all about all things - it's true so much energy/time are wasted on something about which we can do very little - and how incredible to live in the moment - relishing and actually living the moment - without the burden of thought/fear of the inevitable - besides, with life after this life, there's always tomorrow and another campfire to dance 'round - the philosophy of this gypsy, anyway -

can't even count the number of copies of prophet that i've had over the years - and still keep one - you know the fire's always burnin' for you and yours over here, musicman!

and speakin' of a sing-song, how 'bout for my upcoming birthday next thursday? just bring you and yours and spread the word - all you can eat and drink provided round a blazing fire on the cusp of a full moon - like last year, we'll sing and dance till the mornin' light! see you all then! xoxoxo